the other woman
came to our house
sat at our table,
spoke in her affected voice
while she drank our coffee
and smoked
her cigarettes,
the other woman
came to our house
sat at our table
spoke in an affected voice
smiled an affected smile
told her infected lies
while i listened,
but
little did she know
that one day
i would be happy
and would sit
at my own table
drinking my own coffee
smiling my own smile
that she would never
be able to erase...
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